Crossroads

Bad for Each Other

Rayya's POV

I didn't think he would be here this morning.  After last night, whatever happened last night, I didn't think he would come and fetch me himself.  But at 8 AM on the dot, a knock at my door signaled that it was time for training. He stood on the other side of the door, and I had to bite my tongue out of surprise.

For the first time, his hood was down, and I could see him.  All of him.  And it made me want to close the door on him, run into the bathroom, and have a freakout. 

His hair was dried now, curling beneath his ears.  It was curly and wavy, a mix of brown and blonde hues that glimmered slightly under the bright ass lights.  He looked tired, his yellow eyes dimmer than usual.  His face was pale, though his cheekbones were fantastic.  

yes, he was a monster.  yes, he had captured me, made me his slave and apprentice basically, and killed hundreds of my friends.  But I am still a woman after all-- a woman, judging by his age,  who isn't too young for him.  

I said nothing though, silently closing my door and following him down the hallway.  We remained silent the whole time we walked to the training quarters.  I don't know what we would talk about, but after last nigtht, tension simmered between us.  I was at a complete loss for words when I walked into his chamber and saw him basically naked last night.  

Those glistening beads of water on his body....damn.  It did something to me.  I was a woman, a woman in her twenties, who had never had a boyfriend.  Never been kissed.  never had sex.  But I felt urges, just as everyone did.  I was only human, and I had also lived alone for years.  I wasn't very skilled in that area, or at all really, but I would be lying if I said I went back to my quarters and went straight to sleep last night. 

I tossed and turned for what felt like hours. Eons. The image of Vader's six-pack flashed across my eyelids every time I tried to sleep. It was maddening.  A part of me almost gave in and started touching myself.  I ached for it-- slickness coated my thighs, and every time I roller over, my clit would brush my undergarments and I would be stimulated all over again.

Was I sexually frustrated right now? Heck yes, I was.  I was dying actually. Hopefully training would be grueling today and help me work off some of my sexual irritation. 

I didn't know if Vader could hear my thoughts, and I was grateful that I didn't know.  I felt my face heat just thinking about the fact that he could hear my thoughts, and see and hear. Vader slammed open the doors to the training room with a BANG.  I jumped slightly, the noise snapping me out of my own mind.

"Grab a saber." Vader barked.  

No pleasantries.  Got it. 

 I snagged a saber from the wrack nearby, twirling it in my arms.  It felt foreign and odd-- it wasn't mine.  I had forged my own, earning that Kyber crystal after I passed the padawan test, then a new one once I passed the Trials. 

"I'll give you your true saber back once I am certain you won't try and escape with it." 

Blast, that asshole.  Always reading my thoughts.

"Stay out of my head." I hissed, agitated now.  He says nothing to me, nothing at all, not even a 'good morning' and now he's prying into my mind.  

"I would if you tried to keep your thoughts to yourself." He shrugged off his cloak, revealing another set of black clothes underneath, shocker. 

If my thoughts were so damn loud that he couldn't help himself.....

That gave me an idea. 

I smiled to myself, twirling my saber as I let my mind wander.  Loudly AND vividly.